essay argh essay

every time I think I've got a point it falls apart and means nothing much.
I have books and books of big thinking sitting around here, books just about Jane Eyre, I should be able to manage 1500 words.
They keep on being the same words everyone else made though. Well if I do that competently I at least pass.

I only chose a question tonight and really to answer that question I need one of the books that's still in the library and also to have a different brain, but I kept ruling out questions and this one was left.

In theory I have about 36 hours to do this essay. But I asked for an extension so can only hope I will have two more weeks. Because there will be no magic materialising of essay by close of offices tomorrow.



also I still need to polish the poetry for monday.
how do other people multitask? it's all tricky and stuff.

Master dreams

today's sleep brought dreams of The Master, the rough looking hoodie sort that haunts wastelands, and an actually quite workable urban fantasy plot. Well, less urban than usually implied, cause it's set in Dereham, and there's about two streets in Dereham.

First there was a hotel and I was trying to find the way out, by looking in the back of wardrobes. In urban fantasy this is perfectly logical. The rebels were hiding in the worlds between the walls, you see. But the Queen's golden lady and a rough looking bloke caught up with me instead, and they wanted to know how to get in. The bloke started being... physically persuasive, and I was trying not to be tempted, so he said "This is the best offer you'll have all year." And I said "Sadly, yes." At which point he was unamused and got notably less tempting, knocking me down and saying to call him Master. So I distracted him by giving him an answer to his questions, showing him a way into other worlds - I got the mirror out. Fancy gold edge mirror on a stand, only you have to assemble it, while looking in the glass. Figuring out how to get in is part of how to get in. Trouble for him was he hadn't thought what kind of world you get in to by looking into yourself. So he got through the looking glass, but at last glimpse he wasn't much liking what he found there.
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So it's a dream full of dream logic, but that's close enough to urban magic logic I think it can slide. I'd have to make a plot that made some sense, but the images and even the relationship can work.

I think I'd need to emphasise the usefulness of it, make it clearly deliberate to go looking for allies this way, cause otherwise it's a story about a woman who shags a dangerous man and takes on his danger just because he's so hot. Which, granted, would fit right in on the paranormal romance shelves, but I like more of a sense the women in stories are doing the driving.